Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Fang Lang is very confident in the poem he wrote.

After all, it is the work of a master of poetry in the previous life. This world advocates practice, and practice is prevalent, but there is also a preference for poetry.

Even so, Fang Lang also believes that the works of those poets in the previous life can also shine with the light they should have in this life.

Just like the song Fang Lang wrote today, although there are no gorgeous rhetoric, the ordinary vocabulary, gathered together, gives people a sense of shock and impact.

In order to stand out, Fang Lang really began to work hard to take out the dry goods in his heart.

In the usual academy exams, Fang Lang never produced these dry goods, mainly because Fang Lang only had the poems he recited in his previous life.

Fang Lang left the examination room of the third book building.

The entire academy was completely silent.

Poetry is a delicate work, every sentence, and even every word must be revised and revised, and repeated scrutiny.

Students like Fang Lang who hand in the papers in less than a quarter of an hour are still very rare.

Autumn is getting stronger, and a little chill hits.

Fang Lang walked to the Martial Arts Field and looked at the quaint book buildings with complicated expressions.

Soon, I will bid farewell to the academy.

Step out of the comfort zone of small academies to practice, and step into the bigger world of Tang Dynasty.

However, the memories of practicing in the academy are also unforgettable.

After feeling sad for a while, Fang Lang found a remote corner, took out the spirit crystal, and began to absorb the spirit crystal to practice.

The spiritual energy in his body is overflowing, and he is approaching the peak of the eighth stage, ready to break through the shackles of the ninth stage at any time.

Fang Lang actually hopes to become a ninth-level swordsman before stepping into the "Yunling Pagoda".

That way, in the Yunling Pagoda, there is hope to attack the sword master and maximize the absorption of spiritual energy!

Of the 151 cultivation spirit crystals provided by the system, there are still eight left.

Fang Lang switched to the state of three bonds, and absorbed the remaining eight spirit crystals while other students were writing poems.

It was like pouring a small spoonful of water into a bucket that was almost overflowing.

Sitting cross-legged in the corner of the Martial Arts Field, Fang Lang's body suddenly began to swell with energy, and above his head, green smoke filled the air, accompanied by a whirling vortex of aura.

Boom boom boom!

The meridians in Fang Lang's body made the sound of turbulent waves hitting the shore, like an angry river roaring!

To break through!

Fang Lang opened his eyes, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes!

"However... the system's practice spirit crystals are used up!"

Fang Lang's eyes froze.

The next moment, he took out a medium-grade spirit crystal that Lao Fang bought for him.

This spirit crystal is full of Lao Fang's expectations for him. Since it is a spirit crystal, it is for use. At this time, it is just right to use it!

However, absorbing this spirit crystal does not add experience points, which is a bit of a disadvantage.

The aura in the spirit crystal was crazily absorbed by Fang Lang.

According to the description of the basic skills in "The Sword of the Tang Dynasty", Fang Lang circulated his aura and gathered his dantian!

Condensing the scattered spiritual energy into a vortex in the dantian!

In the state of three fetters, Fang Lang's level of practice and perception is equivalent to two-thirds of Old Jiang, and it is not difficult to condense the vortex!

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound in the body!

Suddenly, Fang Lang felt a shock all over.

As if the meridians in the body were pierced through, a cyclone formed in the dantian!

It's a matter of course to step into the ninth-level swordsman!

Fang Lang opened his eyes and his pupils were shining, and turbid air spewed out of his mouth like an air sword, piercing through the air for more than three feet before it disappeared.

Nine-stage swordsman...

Finally!

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"when--"

The bell-watching lesson rang the bell for the end of the first poetry and prose exam!

There was a sudden noise in the study building. Under the stern gaze of the instructors, the students in green shirts put down their pens one after another and walked out from the building.

The students had different expressions on their faces, some excited, some desperate, and some scratching their heads.

This is what life looks like after the exam.

It's as embarrassing as a gamble.

And the poetry and prose examination had just ended. In the third library, Wen Jiaoxi turned into a streamer, carrying a stack of examinee rolls, and shot out excitedly. With a sweep of his spiritual thoughts, he found They met Fang Lang who was calming down.

Seeing Fang Lang, Wen Jiaoxi was taken aback. After all, Fang Lang had just broken through, and his breath was not yet stable. The cultivation base of the nine-level swordsman was exposed, which was obvious.

grass!

This kid... why is he in the ninth stage? !

Last time I went back to ask about the sword competition, what cultivation level does this kid have?

Even if it is a Huangpin root bone, if it is piled up with spirit crystals, it is afraid that it will not be able to break through so many stages in such a short period of time, right?

"Could it be that this kid's root bone was measured wrong before?"

There was a hint of suspicion in Wen Jiaoxi's eyes, but at this moment... none of this matters!

He stared at Fang Lang, his eyes bright: "You kid... have been hiding your clumsiness?"

"This song "Wang Yue", in such a short time...how did you write it?!"

Fang Lang saw Wen Jiaoxi's excited look.

Standing up, dusting off the Tsing Yi, she smiled kindly, and could only answer with a panacea.

"Articles are made naturally, and skillful hands can get them by chance..."

If you are calm, match Fang Lang's calm face.

The wind is light and the clouds are calm, as if writing such a popular poem is like catching a fallen leaf blown by the autumn wind.

Wen Jiaoxi's eyes froze, and he pondered Fang Lang's words in his mouth.

For a long time, Wen Jiaoxi Fang took a deep look at Fang Lang, and he felt the sharpness bursting out of Fang Lang's body.

In the battle of the Jiaofang Division, this kid... is he going to show his sword?

Sure enough, he was rushing for the title of the scientific examination gold list!

"It's a pity, the timing is wrong... If this poem was written in the scientific examination, it would definitely get you a high score. However, it appeared early, and it was a bit wasted in the college entrance examination."

Wen Jiaoxi sighed with emotion.

Then, he narrowed his eyes and patted Fang Lang's shoulder: "In the past three years, are you satisfied with what the teacher taught you?"

Fang Lang was taken aback, then realized, stood up straight, bowed, and said seriously: "Thank you for teaching me for three years."

"Teaching you has worked hard."

Wen Jiaoxi suddenly smiled softly: "Yes, you little guy, you deserve to teach me what I taught you."

"For the next few subjects, work hard!"

"The Yunling Pagoda is a rare opportunity, don't miss it, basically every champion of the scientific examination has stepped into the Yunling Pagoda."

Wen teaches and learns.

Fang Lang nodded solemnly.

Then, Wen Jiaoxi left in a hurry.

Fang Lang didn't know what Wen Jiaoxi was going to do, but his gratitude to Wen Jiaoxi was sincere.

After three years of teaching, the teacher's kindness is as important as a mountain.

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teaching building.

Teacher Wen came with a red face, and he took out Fang Lang's paper and handed it to several senior teachers who marked the paper.

Several teachers studied carefully, and the room gradually fell into silence.

All of a sudden, the old instructors clapped their hands and started up, breaking the dead silence.

"Good poetry! Really good poetry!"

"With just a few figures, we can describe the majestic atmosphere of Tianyue Mountain in Xilu, and describe the Tang Emperor's mentality overlooking the world to the fullest!"

"Unbelievable! The detachment of the first sentence, just this first sentence, can make the world smaller!"

"As soon as this poem came out, the poems in the college examination were all sad."

The old teachers stroked their beards, and they were also amazed, every word was amazed!

Is this a poem that the students of the academy can create?

It's just... a poetic genius!

Teacher Wen's face was flushed, and he laughed lightly: "What my student who respects teachers and morals has done is acceptable, acceptable."

Suddenly.

Several old teachers saw that at the end of the scroll, there was a line of small characters with wet ink:

"In the two hundred and seventy-sixth year of the Tang Dynasty, it happened that the teacher Wen Ting was invigilating the exam with his body, encouraged with his eyes, felt something in his heart, and got it by chance, so he pretended to compose this poem."

There was a sudden silence in the house.

Um?

The old teachers were taken aback for a moment, as if something had messed up.

The handwriting is different.

What is this? !

Smelly shameless thing!

This is what happened?

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After a short rest, the second session of the college entrance examination began.

Fang Lang entered the library with the test post, and conducted the assessment of the policy and inquiry department. After the assessment, he took a short break, which was the assessment of demon language.

The three subjects of the first Japanese language test ended without any disturbance.

Fang Lang returned to Fangfu. This night, he did not practice penance. He just consolidated the cultivation base of the swordsman who had just broken through to the ninth rank, maintained the stable rotation of the cyclone, and sorted out the content about martial arts and martial arts. Get ready for tomorrow's professional assessment of the three disciplines of swordsmanship, art, and martial arts.

Have a good night's sleep.

The next day, after Fang Lang ate the porridge and eggs prepared by Lao Fang himself, he went to Luojiang Academy to prepare for the martial arts test.

The martial arts test is divided into two assessments, one is the roll and the other is actual combat.

If the major subjects are worth 100 points, then the test paper and actual combat will each be worth 50 points, and the minor subjects will be the same.

Accompanied by the ringing of the bell for the teaching of keeping the bell, students flocked into the examination room of the library.

The invigilator gave each candidate three test papers.

The three test papers are for the three subjects of fencing, art, and martial arts. Each subject is divided into two major test questions and minor test questions. If you major in kendo, you will do the major test questions of kendo; .

Of course, if you have confidence in yourself, you can also do all the major test questions. The rules of the college entrance examination closely follow the rules of the scientific examination.

However, the major test questions are more difficult, and it is more difficult to get points.

Because there is specialization in the art industry, most students will not choose this way of slanting the sword.

This is just a scientific examination setting to give some geniuses points.

In the third library.

Fang Lang was assigned the test paper, his eyes sparkling brightly.

Smelling the rich fragrance of ink from the roll paper, Fang Lang took a deep breath, dyed the ink and picked up the pen, and started to do the questions.

With his current level of swordsmanship, the paper questions in the kendo assessment are basically nothing, and the answers are like flowing water.

It only took half an hour to write everything.

And Fang Lang's eyes fell on the exam questions of martial arts and martial arts, and tapped his fingers on the table. Finally, Fang Lang gritted his teeth and turned to the major exam questions, since he was going to hit the champion.

For those three subjects, you have to take the test according to your major!

This way you can maximize your score!

Time passed bit by bit, and the three subjects all chose to be assessed by the main subject, which was very difficult.

Fang Lang frowned, immersed in the complicated answers to the test questions.

In the end, it was almost a second before stepping on the bell and ringing the bell, and the paper was handed in.

The face-to-face assessment of the martial arts test is over.

All the students gathered in the martial arts arena, waiting and preparing for the next actual combat assessment!

Boom boom boom!

Suddenly, an old teacher held a gong and beat it for a while, followed by several young teachers.

They walked to the notice wall at the edge of the Martial arts arena, and pasted up ten pieces of red paper, each with 300 names and 3,000 students' scores in the essay test, all on it!

As soon as it was posted, excited students flocked to the notice wall.

The results of the college entrance exam are out!